The Villain's Censure Is Extorted Praise.

Be Niggards Of Advice On No Pretense; For The Worst Avarice Is That Of Sense.

Modest Plainness Sets Off Sprightly Wit, For Works May Have More With Than Does 'em Good, As Bodies Perish Through Excess Of Blood.

Old Politicians Chew On Wisdom Past, And Totter On In Business To The Last.

The Muse But Serv'd To Ease Some Friend, Not Wife, / To Help Me Through This Long Disease, My Life.

All Nature Is But Art, Unknown To Thee All Chance, Direction, Which Thou Canst Not See; All Discord, Harmony Not Understood; All Partial Evil, Universal Good.